Lars-Gunnar And Me
Up on Gotland whistling(?) girls that should have left us long ago
Watching the hungry nights eat the days and people saying fools you better go
But we stayed a while and fought the nights and drank the clock around,
The year Lars-Gunnar and me rode the summer down
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We were stealing anything we could to keep us warm
We got down drinking with alcohol we found in some old barn
We thought we were harder than the rocks we slept on so we stood our ground
The year Lars-Gunnar and me rode the summer down
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Belly is empty, we shared the same old piece of frozen bread
Robbed a squirrel and then we killed an alien, God knows he’s better dead
Lord, did I see hell that Gotland winter (??) nearly froze our bones to the ground
The year Lars-Gunnar and me rode the summer down
The year Lars-Gunnar and me rode the summer down...
by: José Duarte